Seeing that blood was rising like a tide
across Iraq; having no wish to yield
to sure defeat and wounded phallic pride;
Le Daphin père thus made a last appeal
to the Baker boys (or, AKA, the Wise
Men of Washington), who'd offer up
a toothless, bullet-pointed compromise,
to save son fils, the nation, and, with luck,
the cross-aisle notion that the Lord himself
commanded the Republic: go abroad and find
downtrodden peoples gazing at the shelf
of democratic baubles; don't remind
the voters that such failures always will
be called fine vintage when in fact they're swill.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
The ISG in Verse
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Wow. It's like an alternate universe where Alan Sullivan never turned evil!
Oh, man. Alan. Yeah. Whhhhewwww.
Like where he speculates that Putin's getting a "bum rap" for executing/assassinating Litvinenko as a sort of extrajudicial warning to those "smugglers of nuclear material," in which Litvy "could have been involved."
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